Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3564

Limited Fictional Transcendence.

He called out such a unique mixture of words and continued.

"States of matter…do not reject each other when my weavings are involved."

HUUM!

The line between fiction and reality was distorted and bent once more.

From Noah’s body, a boundless force of multiple Pathways that others could not even imagine spilled out and pressed down onto the crackling mixture of matter that was seething with instability.

And instantly, it began to settle down.

…!

The deluge of shattered Pantheons and Omniverses was akin to a thick sea that mixed with a heavy white sea of Nihilos.

No sparks.

No rejection.

Under the intervention of the Protagonist, what was real and fiction was bent over and utterly shredded. As he stated with his involvement, these states of Matter did not reject each other!

It was a unique sensation of power that felt more like he was brute forcing his weavings to change things to how he would like them.

As if he was a unique existence living in a dimension that he could consider half real and half false.

Half real, and half fiction.

And if he could easily distort what was fiction and what was real…

"Ah…"

He clutched his chest as he arrived here, feeling immense pain as stellar gold tears began to flow from his eyes.

Pain!

As he felt this tremendous pain, his Pathways were silent as they knew why!

They were him.

They knew that instinctively, this whole time, Noah always looked for something exactly like this.

As the Protagonist, to transcend the weavings of what others knew, but he had never taken a step too far as this was still the weavings of existence he was born in!

And he was not alone.

He had family.

He had friends.

He had a mother.

He had a son!

And yet at this moment, when his own weavings instituted Limited Fictional Transcendence, he was designating the very complexity of weavings around him as if they were fiction.

As if they were stories unfolding on a paper, and he was reaching a stage where he began to go above them- transcending what was known to be real as he deemed it fiction!

What did this mean for his Family?

When the day came that Limited Fictional Transcendence became Absolute Fictional Transcendence, would he apathetically look at his own son as if he were merely a one dimensional character in a landscape he could freely distort?

As if when he looked at the Infiniverse Megalos and those within it, they were akin to figures moving in a painting that he could easily flip and distort?

Would he consider himself the only one who was not fictitious while everything else could be bent and twisted as it existed in a lesser dimension than him?!

He thought of all of this as his heart ached.

He knew that when he arrived at such a place, no matter how much he tried, he would be unbearably alone.

Unfathomably alone as with all that power, he would not even be capable of looking at others as his peers!

Would he still consider his mother to be his mother?

"Ah…"

Tears fell from the Origin Sacred Primal Megalonian.

Tears fell from the 9th Infernal Ruler. _{freёwebnoѵel.com}

Tears fell from the True Emperor of Quintessence!